My other hand slips down to her waist as I push myself back away from her, my hand on her waist our only contact. Sex All she can do is use her tongue on me, so she goes to work, never breaking eye contact with me. I grunted angrily with each vicious stroke into her womb. The suddenness of it made her jump, fearing that I’m about to shove myself into her, but I did not move. I slap its wet and dripping head against her anus. Jenna struggles to catch her breath. I shove her face into my other armpit, enjoying the fever of nastiness that has taken over her. Then with my tongue coated with her juices, I again tongue-fuck her ass, loosening her up and driving her mad. She murmurs an inaudible protest as one of my hands withdrew from her chest pushing between us. Maybe she misjudged me. I broke the kiss burying my head back into her shoulder as I thrust upward one last time. Consumed by a wild beast.
